Wounds -

Paranoid am I an android A checker in a game of chess

Out of place I’m from outer space better than being a pawn I guess

I am deep in thought but not having any deep thought I am frayed

Always beg to differ but never make a difference it’s not ok

Why does this feel so empty

Why do I feel so numb

Why do the days all seem to come undone

Unsung

Gladly I sit with Boo radley even he speaks in tongues to me

The cupboards bare why do I even care the entire worlds greek to me

I will play along but I’m longing to be played out I’m afraid

I am lonely even when I’m not alone in Disarray

Not asking for a handout

Not asking for rewards

I know there must be something more

Something more

Pseudo Panacea this wound won’t heal

A faux antiserum this wound will never heal

Anti Antiseptic this cut won’t fucking heal

I have a hole in my soul a hole that needs filled